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Post by Dion Key on Dec 29, 2013 22:09:04 GMT -5
Walking back from the basketball court was a pain. Dion’s left eye still hurt and if his vision was anything to go off of it was probably starting to swell a little. He wasn’t certain about the extent of his injuries but his body was definitely sore if that was anything to go off of. By now the sun was starting to go down and its laughing face grew closer to the horizon. Considering how things had been it felt like the sun was laughing at him and that was why it hadn’t just gone to sleep already. Raising a hand he flipped off the sun and continued walking, he really should treat his injuries when he got back.
The one upside of it being around sunset was that there weren’t as many people around the city to see him. Sure he passed by a few but he ignored them for the most part. How he looked now probably only helped in reinforcing the rumors about him. Saying he hadn’t just gotten into a fight would be useless so what was the point in trying to clear anything up? It was his fault too, that other kid didn’t make not fighting any easier, so he couldn’t exactly defend it.
Dion didn’t even feel that much better after the fight either. It did feel great while it was happening, being able to release all the violence that had been bothering him but now it just came back. He was still unnecessarily angry about nothing in particular and it was only helping to drive him nuts. It was obviously madness and he knew that but what escaped him was what he could do to fix it. He was already out of the dispensary and Nygus said he was fine. There was always Shibusen’s other doctor but for one fuck any doctor and two he wasn’t exactly the best example of fending off madness.
It was annoying, infuriating even, but he’d find some way to fix it. This was just a little bit of madness from that fucking bird it had to pass eventually. He’d only been out of the hospital for about a week so maybe it was just taking a little bit? By next week it would all be over and he could get on with thing like normal, after shutting people up with their shitty rumors about him. That was the first thing he needed to take care of when all of this was over with.
Maybe he just needed something to help snap him out of it. A simple fight clearly wasn’t the solution but maybe something else might do it. Some parkour could help or maybe a mission! Yeah nothing better to beat this madness than kicking the shit out of something consumed by it. But to do that both he and Misaki needed to be ready and neither of them was there yet. He had just gotten out of the hospital himself and Misaki was still hurt from the last mission they were on where he failed to protect her.
Well that didn’t help get rid of the anger but it certainly covered it with the sense of guilt. Even before the whole madness chicken incident he failed at keeping his meister safe on a mission. All the more reason to absolutely obliterate the next thing he saw connected to madness. Even if it wasn’t necessary he wanted to resonate with Misaki and see what their resonance could do to an actual kishin egg.
Making it back to the apartment Dion began the trek up the stairs to reach where his and Misaki’s was. Usually he would just climb up the wall or least walk up the stair wall but his body was in no state to do any of that. Each step was enough to remind him about the injuries he had and make sure he hadn’t forgotten how much they hurt. Finally making it back he went inside and headed for his room with the deflated basketball in his hand. He never wanted to sympathize with the state of a round orange object ever again.
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Post by Misaki Saito on Dec 30, 2013 17:03:52 GMT -5
She was still off. To be fair, Misaki hadn’t been completely on the ball since their last mission. Having her leg busted up was a pain in the ass, but she could at least handle that. Injuries were occupational hazards for every team at Shibusen, and it wasn’t like she’d never gotten hurt before. The madness, though, that was new.
Misaki was feeling better physically at least. She wanted to get some time in at the dojo that Shibusen had on campus once she was able, but the tiny Japanese girl didn’t feel like she was quite there yet. Even if her calf muscle was still sore to boot and wouldn’t let her walk without crutches still, her knees were fine. She’d been growing restless, being able to do little else other than sit on her ass and wait to heal, so Misaki had dragged some spare fabric out of her closet and laid it out on the living room floor of the apartment she and Dion shared. There wasn’t a lot she could do, but she could at least get in some half-assed push-ups.
There were too many things swirling around in her head at once. Being able to actually move in a way that relieved some of the built up tension she’d felt helped a lot, but it still didn’t feel like enough. Talking didn’t work and now moving didn’t work either. Great. Granted, her chat with Bang Bang had been on a completely different subject. It had perhaps given Misaki peace of mind, but it hadn’t lasted. Now she was as twitchy as ever. Keeping her feeling for her Weapon hidden was becoming more difficult, but now was not the time to bring it up. She wanted to tell him, but with how they were both acting, her spilling her guts to him would only make things worse. They needed something, bu it wasn’t that.
Her wrists creaked and her shoulders popped as she pushed upper body up and away from the floor. For a moment she swayed, but Misaki quickly caught herself, frowning. That wouldn’t do. She was stronger than that. Damn if she couldn’t wait for her stupid leg to heal completely. She needed a good run of training and the ability to kick the shit out of a bunching bag. Even better, she needed to ram the point of Dion’s spear through the face of something mad and nasty. What she wouldn’t give to be out kicking ass on a mission. As she sank back down and pushed up again, she wondered if that wasn’t what they really needed. A mission. It would certainly help with her new and apparently dire need to hit something as hard as she could. Pausing as she held her upper body above the floor, Misaki grimaced. Cut that shit out. This isn’t like you.
Whether she was frustrated by the entire situation or if it was brought on as a residual affect from the wave of madness Misaki wasn’t sure. She didn’t want to know. She never wanted to think of how she’d felt in those brief moments again, especially since the bruise on her forehead was now fully healed. Feeling her elbows getting tired, Misaki hunkered down and rolled over onto her side. This was bullshit. She should’ve been able to work more. Turning onto her back, she decided to push herself and do sit-ups as well so long as she was down She folded her arms behind her head and been her knees, clicking her tongue at the vague twinge of discomfort at having to move her injured leg. So long as it didn’t actively sting, she could tolerate it.
Curling all the way upright and then easing back down in repetition, Misaki still couldn’t settle her thoughts. The madness still bothered her. Her leg was still useless in her mind and dragging her down for as long as it wasn’t healed. Her heart wanted her to go after Dion in a way she never had before, but her other concerns for him, as a partner, as a friend, took priority. He wasn’t feeling too hot either, but he wasn’t talking to her. Their encounter in the infirmary was as close as they’d gotten to discussing things, and since then Dion hadn’t been himself and Misaki had left him alone. She didn’t want to push him, but it was in her nature. They were a team; they were supposed to help each other. Right now it felt like they were isolated and drifting further apart. Misaki felt more of a sting in her chest then she did in her leg anymore, though the cause was entirely different.
She heard the door open and paused, sitting up and resting her arms atop her knees. Even as tense as she felt, she managed her usual grin. She wasn’t sure where Dion had wandered off to, but hearing his footsteps made her heart beat a bit faster than she would’ve admitted. Any greeting she would have given him originally was cut short once she saw him,
“Welcome ba-what the hell?”
Dion didn’t look horrible, but he looked roughed up at the very least. The deflated basketball in his hand was a mystery to her, though, as she’d never known Dion to be one for sports. Even from where she was, she could see his left eye looking a tad worse for wear, having some swelling around it. She tried to be quick, but with her leg it was difficult. Misaki rose carefully and managed to limp over to her Weapon, though poorly. Putting any more than a little weight on the injured muscle stung like hell still, but she didn’t give a damn at the moment. Misaki drew closer to him, concern clear on her face, even if it was mixed with thinly veiled anger at whoever had done this to him,
“What happened to you?”
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Post by Dion Key on Jan 6, 2014 23:15:54 GMT -5
Things would have been easy if he could just walk in, patch himself up, and go to his room to do something else. Of course that couldn’t happen because Dion’s luck was horrible. He was surprised it didn’t start raining inside with a tree sprouting up out of the floor in front of him just to add more difficulty to him doing something. As it would be Misaki happened to be in the living room so she got to see him walk in in his entire beat up glory. Maybe if she didn’t notice him he could just sneak by and nope too late for that.
Judging from her reaction to seeing him Dion probably looked about as well as he thought. At least he wasn’t actively bleeding so that wasn’t an issue, unless he was and just hadn’t noticed yet. Maybe she would just let him pass and ask him again later? No that was too wishful obviously she would ask now. Was there any way to k=not make the whole thing sound as bad as it was? Probably not in all honesty. And there was the question, now if only there was a good answer. Putting on a weak smile he held up the orange plastic that was a basketball a few hours ago.
”Really intense game of basketball.”
Was she buying it? Obviously not. Bang probably would have bought it, or at least gone along with it. Misaki on the other hand was another matter entirely. There probably wasn’t much point in even trying to continue on with the basketball excuse either. Misaki most likely saw threw it so any further going on about it would just be him wasting his time. Sighing he slumped his head down and lowered the remains of the basketball before looking back up at Misaki.
”I just got into a little fight, no big deal.”
His statement was true enough for Shibusen, generally fights involved teams but solo ones weren’t unheard of. Granted his wasn’t exactly school sanctioned but that was just specifics and nobody cared about those.Well at least he didn’t so that should be good enough.
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Post by Misaki Saito on Jan 7, 2014 18:39:27 GMT -5
Misaki didn’t buy the excuse for a second, not that it didn’t do her good to know Dion was at least well enough to joke. She wanted to return the weak smile he put one with one of her own, but the tiny Japanese girl kept her expression mainly passive save for the obviously tense way that her jaw was locked into place. She wanted to say something, but there were too many questions in her head yet. It was just like Dion to say something like that, but it still managed to piss her off. The reason why eluded her.
She probably looked like she was swaying a bit to her Weapon. Putting all of her weight on her uninjured leg wasn’t exactly difficult, but after a week or so it was getting tiring. Maybe she should’ve picked up her crutches after all, but she wasn’t going to turn away from Dion just to get them. To her, he was more important at the moment. Misaki sighed and moved again slowly, raising her right hand to reach towards the worse looking side of Dion’s face. She halted instantly as she heard his actual explanation. She wished she could have kept her expression from darkening, but she felt it do so anyway. A familiar burning worked it's way into her nerves and threatened to shake up her calm. No big deal? Of course it was a big deal! He was hurt!
She tried to reason her way out of her own head. Maybe to him it really wasn’t, after all he was just a little roughed up; it wasn’t like he was bleeding or anything. Sure he certainly looked a bit worse for wear, but ice would help the swelling and that at least was something she could help with, if he let her. Having still been frozen in thought, Misaki let her hand drop before it even reached Dion, silently crossing her arms. If he let her. Doubtful, considering their communications skills with each other were currently in the toilet, by plenty fault of her own but her Weapon could have been a touch more forthcoming as well. They’d both been going through a rough patch, but even that wasn’t enough of a reason anymore for Misaki. She felt like there was an invisible barrier between them now constructed of silence and fear, though of what she couldn't decide. She pursed her lips to keep from frowning, but the way her eyes narrowed and glanced off to the side read clear her displeasure,
“Right. Of course.”
She wanted to leave it that, she wanted to walk away, maybe find an ice pack and leave him with it. But things weren’t going to work out that way. Misaki tried to hold her tongue but the second she glanced at him again, she felt words skate over her tongue and fly past her lips before she even registered that it was indeed her who had said them,
“So will you let me patch you up, or are you just going to go hide in your room again?”
Misaki pulled her eyes away and gazed pointedly down the hall. She couldn’t look at Dion. She didn’t want to see the look on his face. What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you say that? Misaki didn’t know. She hadn’t even meant to, and even now the words left a bitter taste in her mouth. If she didn’t have her arms crossed, she could swear her hands would’ve been shaking. She was worried, she was scared, but this wasn’t the way to show it, but this was the way it was finally bleeding out. Had her leg been better, Misaki would’ve kicked her self.
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Post by Dion Key on Jan 21, 2014 0:51:50 GMT -5
With Misaki going up to him Dion tried not to move and make it more difficult for her to walk over. He noticed that with her movements there was some swaying, probably from her leg not being completely healed yet. There wasn’t really any other probable reason for it so Dion tried to not think about it too much, he still felt partially to blame for it. Regardless he remained still as Misaki moved over to him and stayed as such, watching her hand as she raised it up near him. Confused he watched her hand drop from the air but didn’t bother questioning it.
She seemed to take it well enough if her words were anything to go off of but the way she said them didn’t exactly sound convincing. Misaki’s face looked anything but her accepting his explanation but she didn’t say anything on it. When she walked away Dion took his chance to head out and find a mirror so he could see the extent of the damage. Hopefully it wasn’t anything something cold and a few days of rest wouldn’t fix. Maybe so residual bruises or marks but he could dal with those until they healed ad went away.
Of course things couldn’t just go smoothly for him or else it would be too easy. Misaki’s next comment started simply enough and he wouldn’t mind some help treating any injuries he did have. The second part however took a turn and left a bad taste in his mouth. So he was apparently hiding in his room now? Looked like he’d get a negative response to whatever he did. Stay inside and he was hiding but going outside and getting into a fight also bad. Sighing he refrained from looking at Misaki and continued toward a mirror to deal with himself.
”I can take care of myself, don’t worry about it.”
Fair enough, this wasn’t the first time he had to fix up some bruises after a fight and probably wouldn’t be the last. Getting to a mirror he looked himself over to get the scope of how bad it was. Overall nothing major, he’d probably have a black eye for a while and some bruises here and there but they would heal quick enough. Brushing his hair to the side to see his eye Dion sighed, he shouldn’t have given that kid the free shot on him.
Done he walked over to look for something to put on his eye mostly as that was probably the worst part of it. Total worst case he could cover that eye with his hair but he didn’t want to give that asshole the satisfaction of seeing that he made his alter his hair style. Still trying to avoid focusing on Misaki he headed toward the kitchen looking more at the ground than anything. The anger from earlier still existed and keeping quiet just managed to make it feel worse in him.
”Why don’t you go rest your leg like you’re supposed to be doing instead of standing and criticizing me.”
He meant to say that as a simple suggestion for Misaki to rest her leg but the words came out more bitter than he intended. With how Dion was feeling though he didn’t care enough to do anything about it, least of all correct what he meant and instead continued on with what he was doing.
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Post by Misaki Saito on Jan 22, 2014 0:10:16 GMT -5
Misaki waited, holding her breath for whatever his response to her last comment would be. Things were already tense enough, why the hell did her stress decide to manifest like that? She heard him start to move away from her and she sighed. Maybe she could apologize before it sunk in too deep. Unfortunately it was too late for that. More words soaked in sarcasm left her; each muttered quietly more to herself than to him but still loud and clear enough that he likely would catch them,
“Tch, clearly.”
What in the hell was wrong with her. Misaki uncrossed her arms in favor of covering the top of her head, shutting her eyes tightly and gritting her teeth. Shut up! Stop talking, this isn’t helping anything! Just stop! Taking a deep breath, she tried to ease the burn she felt in the pit of her stomach, but fixating on it only made it grow, like her attention encouraged it somehow. Misaki shook her head. She should be with Dion, she should be helping him…but he’d refused her. He’d walked away from her.
Turning carefully as not to lose her balance, she stared hard at where her Weapon had just been. She could hear him nearby, likely checking himself over. It really wasn’t that bad. Sure he looked roughed up, but it wasn’t like he’d come home bleeding or missing a limb. She was out of line. The tiny Japanese girl took her chance to breathe, trying to exhale the weight that continued to push down on her chest, but it wouldn’t leave her. She heard Dion moving again, towards the kitchen if she wasn’t mistaken. Great. He’d be in clear sight of her even from the living room; she could try to fix things then. The thought was in her mind, so why did it feel like her lips were sewn shut?
Misaki kept her eyes shut, forcing herself into the dark until she didn’t feel the sickening burn quite as sharply. Slowly, her eyes opened and she turned to face her Weapon. Before she could say anything, though, he had a comment of his own. Any calm she had attempted at beforehand flew right out the window with it. Misaki narrowed her eyes and clenched her hands into fists so tightly she felt her knuckles pop. So now he was going to avoid the topic by giving her orders? Fat fucking chance. Misaki knew she was starting to slip but she didn’t care. Her tone was sharp and this time she didn’t even care which words she chose so long as they got her point across,
“Criticizing you? I’m worried about you! And last I checked, resting is exactly what I’ve been doing all this time, hell it’s all I can do! I’ve been sitting on my hands for weeks watching you mope around like a zombie!”
Her knuckles were turning white. Misaki could feel her nails biting into her palms, so she forced herself to flex her fingers but the movement was stiff. She took a deep breath but all it did this time was add more fuel to the fire, flames taking form in words as she continued to bite them out one by one,
“At least I’m not running around picking fights for no goddamn reason!”
The words came out louder than she’d meant them too, her anger already starting to boil over. The burn spread. It started in her stomach and flared up into her chest to sear her heart and scorch her throat. Before she had averted her eyes, but now they were fixed on Dion and her entire expression was dark. Her entire body was tense, she’d never felt so stiff. Misaki couldn’t even think to stop now, that that she could if she tried.
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Post by Dion Key on Feb 25, 2014 20:06:57 GMT -5
Ignoring Misaki’s comments was a more difficult task than Dion would have imagined. Normally he probably wouldn’t have reacted but normally the comments wouldn’t be so scathing in the first place. Her apparent disagreement with his ability to take core of his own problems hit harder than it should have for so few words. If she gave a reason for it maybe he would have taken it better but left to his own imagination with his current mindset it only became progressively worse. What exactly was her reasoning for why he couldn’t take care of himself? Was it because he was a weapon? Maybe because he continued to fuck up in some way or another?
Resisting the urge to voice his thoughts Dion focused on what he was trying to do in the first place. Making it to the kitchen he proceeded to head for the refrigerator and look inside. Now he needed something cold that would help any swelling of his eye. He wasn’t going to be every bad action star ever and out meat on his eye but ice needed some sort of container to be in so that was a hassle. Spotting his case of Mountain Dew he pulled out a can and placed it over his left eye. Cool enough and easier to manage, plus he could drink it when he was done.
Feeling the refreshing coolness spread over his eye Dion let out a sigh of relief. With this he should be able to relieve any swelling that might happen and be left with maybe a few bruises after the week ended. Based on how he felt it didn’t seem like anything would end up scarring and if he could handle a bunch of scalpels and end up without any lasting marks he wasn’t going to get anything from some punk ass student.
Everything was going well until Misaki responded to him. He just wanted to rest and heal not deal with this. Looking at Misaki he kept the can over his eye and brushed the hair out of his right so she could tell he was looking at her and not call him out for that. His face generally impassive he waited until she was done.
”Worried? Yeah I can totally feel the concern between the jabs. I think you’re forgetting something about resting; it keeps going until you get better.”
Keeping his face the same he used the hand that wasn’t holding the can to his face to point at her crutches. The impassiveness on his face started to waver but he did his best to keep it. The corner of his mouth twitched as his aggravation threatened to break out.
”So if I stay in I’m hiding in my room or moping like a zombie but if I go out and just so happen to get into a fight I can’t take care of myself because clearly that’s too much for me to do!”
His voice started to rise above the calm he was trying to keep in and his mask of impassiveness broke. Fingers tightening around the can his mouth turned into more of a sneer as his aggravation seeped out. He tried to pull it in but after so long of keeping things pent up they didn’t recede so easily. Names he could deal with though, a few jabs shouldn’t set him off like this. He desperately wanted to end things but Misaki wasn’t making it easy. Her last words hit him though and ended his chances of handling things.
”Because I’ve needed reasons to fight before? Why not just come out and say it? You think I’m unstable and dangerous just like everyone else does! Clearly after going a little mad and fucking up one time I’m unfit to do anything! I stay in and nothing gets better but if I go out I just end up fucking up more! Right I’m useless, got it.”
Rage turning into a calmer anger Dion was done. Keeping the can on his eye he started away from the kitchen. He was just going to get to his room and hope his body healed quickly so he could look for another way to deal with this. Obviously just avoiding it and trying to distract himself with something wasn’t going to work.
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Post by Misaki Saito on Feb 25, 2014 22:29:15 GMT -5
Somehow, seeing her Weapon remain overall passive only served to tick Misaki off even more. What, was he that uninterested in her? Seeing him uncover his right eye may have shocked her out of her anger had she not already reached her boiling point. All it did was let her know he had at the very least heard her, even if his next little quip did nothing to calm her fury. Jabs? Misaki’s eyes narrowed at his word choice. If he thought what she’d said already was her own way of taking a dig at him, then she doubted he would be able to handle what was highly likely to fly out of her mouth next. Still, she was distracted by what she took as an insult. Misaki crossed her arms, her movements jerky. She didn’t even glance at the crutches when he pointed to them,
“Forgetting? What, do you think I’m stupid? Of course I know that! Doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it!”
She could see him getting upset. Misaki held down a sneer of her own. So she finally had him as aggravated she had her? Good. It only seemed fair. Crossing her arms hadn’t been a very good idea, her fingertips digging into her upper arms when he continued to contradict her. She was trying so hard to keep herself stationary she was starting to shake, grinding her teeth together to keep her mouth shut. She was ready with another retort, but she never got to it. The minute Misaki opened her mouth, a scowl painting her face, Dion’s own façade finally broke, and it shut her up faster than anything Misaki could remember. Her teeth clacked together in a way that made them shock uncomfortably in her skull, but that wasn’t what shook her.
What the fuck was he talking about?
It was brief; her aggravation only vaguely held in by the distraction before confusion fused with it and only made her more upset. She hadn’t heard any of that. Now she had two parties to be frustrated with, her own Weapon and whoever everyone else included. Whoever was talking shit was going to sorely regret it, but that could come later. The accusation stung and Misaki didn’t recognize the sound of her own voice with the volume amped up,
“Don’t you dare put words in my mouth, you have no idea what I'm thinking!”
The pressure from the fire still burning in her chest released only just before he walked away. She felt tears stinging in her eyes and cursed herself for it. Being angry was no excuse to lose her composure so completely. Misaki wanted to keep yelling, but there was so much frustration she was afraid that there wouldn’t be any words, just noise. She held her own shoulders, barely keeping her mouth, Dion’s words still ringing in her ears.
She tried to stay put, but the sight of his back turned towards her made her eyes burn and she staggered after him. Misaki was about ready to tear her stupid leg off when she tripped, but she caught herself on the wall and kept going, ignoring how the muscles protested and how the ache shot through to her ankle and up to her knee with the weight she put on it. She stood in the hallway only feet from him, far from done with the argument she slowly realized she had started,
“The madness affected you, so fucking what? It seems to me that you’re the one forgetting things, mainly that I went a little nuts too! You were far from the only one affected that day, so why the fuck are you so bent out of shape over this?”
It really didn’t make any sense to Misaki and that was half of why she was so frustrated. Her voice was still a pitch higher and much louder than she would’ve liked it to be, but her little outburst earlier had shocked her into quieting down. She would’ve kept after him had she not put her foot down and felt a twinge indicative that she really still needed to be on crutches. Grinding her teeth and ignoring the fact that half of the grimace she now wore was now certainly pained, she opted to halt and lean against the wall, but that didn’t stop her talking. Misaki was thinking too fast, her anger still at boiling, and underneath it all was the fear that this would be the first last argument they had, that it would somehow be a ding testament how they’d lost all capability to work together. Far-fetched though it was, it was a fear that made her stomach drop to see Dion walking away from her.
Misaki blinked hard to keep even a shaky mask of composure. All that left her now were questions, but that was only because she still had so few answers,
“I’m your Meister, we’re supposed to work together, remember, so why can’t you talk to me about this and let me help you instead of getting hurt? If you would stop trying so fucking hard to pull away from me, I would help you! What the hell are you so afraid of?”
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Post by Dion Key on Mar 19, 2014 17:56:15 GMT -5
Hearing Misaki’s response to him saying she should rest was more an annoyance than anything. So she was just deciding not to rest because she felt like it? Good to know she wasn’t that concerned about actually getting better. Though it did make some sense to him, what was the point of her getting better? If her leg was healed they would be able to go on missions but that would mean he would have to go out on a mission and be that close to madness again. He couldn’t blame her for not wanting to do that, he hardly knew what to expect if he was that close to madness again.
The sudden anger seemed a bit odd considering what Misaki shouted out. Her being mad was nothing new but how was he putting words in her mouth? How dare he make the assumption that she considered him to be unstable when her words were practically saying it themselves. She was right that he didn’t know what she was thinking obviously but it wasn’t hard to guess when there were plenty of others that shared the same mindset. It wasn’t like he was making up reactions, he heard people muttering exactly what he repeated.
Walking away seemed like the best thing to do but that didn’t seem to be the case when she just ended up following him. He didn’t have to turn around to know when her walking was so offbeat and obvious. Hearing her hit the wall he stopped walking under the assumption that she tripped but not hearing a louder bang after she must have caught herself and not fallen to the floor. Since she managed not to fall flat on her face he started walking again and would have continued to his room if words didn’t stop him again.
Was she actually trying to compare what happened to him with what happened to her? As upset as she was he didn’t think she was actually stupid enough to try and do that. He didn’t think their situations were comparable at all and yet here she was trying to use what happened to her to make him look like he was overreacting. He was about to walk away again and not even humor that with a response but then she had to be somewhat right with the meister talk. Alright fine, he didn’t think it would help but if she wanted to know fine! Turning around to face her he placed his fist against the wall for support before trying to laugh and get a smile on his face but with the anger already present it came across as more manic than anything.
”Oh yeah, you got me there! Clearly you got the worst of the madness from where you were, inside the school or whatever. What happened again? Oh yeah, you felt a little madness and knocked yourself out of it. That must have been such a horrible few seconds, maybe minute at most.”
Gritting his teeth whatever bit of a grin he managed to get vanished back to a more serious and upset expression.
”Why am I so, bent out of shape, as you put it? Maybe because I was right there next to the thing when it let out that scream. Yeah I attacked it but that wasn’t out of some sort of anger or goal to protect people, no I attacked it because it looked stronger.”
His fist tightened and entered his partial form, the spear tip going into the wall. Looking down more at the floor than Misaki he continued.
”I was supposed to go get help, find a teacher since I was the closest to the door. It was obvious that nobody could fight that thing, I knew that. But the second I heard that scream it all vanished. I didn’t care about getting help; I just wanted to fight something! I was lucky the bird thing looked tough but it wasn’t my only option. There were NOT students there that I was supposed to go get help for and I would have attacked them without a second thought. Hell, the only reason I didn’t is because at that time the only obvious One star students had already been floored from the scream. If that wasn’t the case I probably would have tried to kill them, I didn’t go after the NOTs because it didn’t seem as much fun to try and kill someone who was obviously in a lower class than me! The only reason I managed to attack the bird thing was because out of all my options it looked like the most fucking fun to try and kill!”
Talking about the event made the memories come rushing back to him and the madness that still clung to him brought a wicked grin to his face. If it wasn’t for that barrier thing he could have had so much fun with the bird, at the least he could know what it felt like to pierce through its flesh. Alas he was deprived of the sensation and that only added to the list of reasons why he wanted to find that thing again and make it pay. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to feel its body break or just get revenge by killing it more. Shaking his head he grit his teeth again and dispelled the train of thoughts the madness took him on.
”So what am I afraid of? What if I wasn’t so picky and ended up killing some NOT student then? I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself, no way could I have. What if you were outside with the others, do you think it would have been any different? Hell I might have focused on you just because you’re my meister. Do you think you could have stopped me? I sure don’t. I can handle getting knocked into the school, some kid punching me a bit, or a soul purge from you and be fine. If I had honestly attacked you then you wouldn’t have been able to take a spear tip to the side, the face, wherever I thought would be the most fun way to try and impale you. So there you go meister, I can’t wait to see how you can help me with your infinite solutions!”
Calming down slightly he deactivated his partial form and moved his hand away from the wall. Looking at Misaki for a moment to see what here reaction would be from him telling her what she wanted to apparently hear.
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Misaki Saito
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Post by Misaki Saito on Mar 21, 2014 13:55:41 GMT -5
Oh, was she going to get him for that. Did she deserve the jab? At this point, probably, but that didn’t mean it didn’t make her blood shoot back up into boiling. Misaki was ready to tear him a new one, but what Dion said next made her shut her mouth so quick it was a wonder she didn’t bite her tongue.
Wait…what?
This was new information, and given the situation and the rate at which it was coming at her, it took all of her willpower to bite back any anger and try to focus. What was Dion talking about? Why hadn’t she known about this? Again, she made to interject, more to ask what the hell he was talking about, but again he spoke faster than her. Misaki could barely look at his face. She was forcing herself to be calm and that only made her twice as aware of how upset Dion was. What’s more, it was at least partly her fault.
She heard more than saw his partial form go into the wall. Misaki only darted her eyes to her Weapon’s closed fist for a moment before her focus switched back to him. He was looking at her anymore, and in a way she was thankful for it. His words were hitting her like bullets, filled with cold realization that splintered straight through her. If he’d been looking at her, she couldn’t have been sure that she wouldn’t have crumpled. Misaki knew nothing of what she thought she knew. That much was apparent.
Misaki had known he had tried to fight the bird that had attacked ShIbusen, and she knew that he had gotten hurt doing it. She knew she had been insane with worry when she ran to the infirmary, and she knew that of course he had to have been hit by the madness. But never had she known that it had been this bad. She never knew just how close he’d been or how potent the madness had to have been at close range. The anger drained from her and she suddenly felt extremely heavy. Misaki leaned more on the wall to compensate, her eyes lowering to the floor. She’d been wrong. She’d been so, and now she had made everything that much worse by making it about her.
He kept talking, and she let him, though the mention of her drew her gaze back up to his face. She had been so wrong, and she never expected it to hurt this bad. Under his gaze, Misaki completely deflated, not that she hadn’t been on her way to that already. She wasn’t angry anymore. The only sign of anything was the guilt written plainly across her features, her lips forming a thing line as she tried to think of something, anything she could say. She wanted to help him, now more than ever, but she wasn’t sure that she could. Madness wasn’t something that could be helped easily, even if it seemed to stil slowly be leaving her Weapon. The knowledge that he may be right and that there really may be nothing she could do cut through her like a hot knife through butter and Misaki had to close her eyes and think for a long moment.
The back of her throat stung, and she opened her eyes. Crying wasn’t going to fix anything, even if at the moment it was one of several things she wanted to do. It took a deep, shaking breath to bring her voice back to her, and twice after that of trying and failing for words to leave her. Her voice was soft, reminiscent of a shy, quieter version that she no longer was an hadn’t been for years. Misaki could barely bring herself to vocalize above a whisper, but she hoped she wouldn’t do any more damage than she already had, “I’m sorry. I…I didn’t know anything I thought I knew.”
She paused for a moment, shifting her weight and managed to stand up off the wall even though her limbs still felt like they were made of lead, like there was a great weight seated on her shoulder. “I knew you tried to fight it and I knew you got hurt. I never knew why, I just made my own assumptions. I never knew how close you were, what really happened I…” she trailed off, trying to organize her thoughts, but they wouldn’t come to her, not properly. All she could think to say in the moment was once another softly whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Misaki slowly lowered her head. She couldn’t look at him anymore, she felt like she was under a spotlight and it was slowly setting her on fire for all her false inferences. Granted, that was about all she deserved at the moment. Wracking her brain, she tried to think of more, a solution, something she could give him that would help. She wanted to help Dion so badly, but there was nothing. Nothing came to her, and Misaki cursed herself for it. Way to be useless. She raised her head only slightly, but she still couldn’t look him in the eye. Pursing her lips, she finally admitted, “I…don’t know what to do either. I want to, but I don’t.”
And there it was. What a sorry excuse for a Meister she was. She couldn’t even help her Weapon, even when he needed it, even when she wanted to. Misaki blinked and a single tear escaped. She quickly swiped it away before crossing her arms. She didn’t know what else to do other than stand there and wait to be judged. Misaki only hoped that her ill-informed outburst hadn’t doomed their partnership.
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Post by Dion Key on Mar 29, 2014 17:54:47 GMT -5
Slipping his free hand into his pocket Dion waited for a reaction from Misaki. He could still feel his heart beating from going off on that rant. Surprisingly despite the rush of adrenaline he felt better after saying everything. The madness was still there and he still would have liked to fight someone even if he knew that was a horrible idea currently. No, he had to heal first and then figure out a way to deal with things that didn’t involve fighting strangers, especially considering that didn’t seem to work very well.
He was glad Misaki let him talk without jumping in to interrupt him. If she had jumped in he probably would have just directed more anger at her and that was the last thing he wanted to do. She wasn’t what he was angry at she just happened to be the closest person to him at the moment. He was angry and she certainly didn’t help but she wasn’t the reason for his dilemma so she shouldn’t be the one his anger was directed at. More self-degrading thoughts were exactly what he needed. Returning his focus back to his meister he wanted to see her reaction now.
Well she was quiet instead of yelling at him so that was a positive. Unfortunately any energy from her anger seemed to have drained out of her leaving her looking about as good as he felt. Hearing the shakiness in her voice only made him feel worse. Great, now he had managed to upset his partner some more with his bullshit. Hearing her talk was somehow even worse than her staying silent, he didn’t think Misaki could even get that quiet. He hardly needed to hear her apologize like it was her fault, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Obviously she didn’t have a solution for him but he never expected her to. What he didn’t expect was for her to sound so sad about it. So now he managed to get into a fight without actually fixing his problem like he intended and managed to upset his meister because of his own fucking problems. With the madness still messing with his thoughts he couldn’t think of a way to make any of this better. Anger still clouding his thoughts even if it was pushed to the back of his mind all he could focus on with any clarity were ways to fix his madness.
Talking to Misaki probably wouldn’t help things and he didn’t fully trust himself to not fuck up and make things worse. Even so he couldn’t just leave Misaki like that and walk away or he really would be the worst weapon. Withholding the desire to sigh Dion bounced around any ideas he managed to think of in hopes of finding at least one that didn’t sound horrible. Coming up with one he reached out with is free hand and placed it on top of Misaki’s head. Putting on a weak smile he tried to look reassuring.
”Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ll figure out something to do, it might just take me a little bit longer than I thought.”
With that said he returned his hand to his pocket and turned the can against his eye. Stepping back from Misaki he turned around and headed for his room. Now was a good time to leave before he managed to fuck things up some more. Lifting his hand out of his pocket he gave a slight wave back at Misaki in hopes that she wouldn’t worry about him anymore and could focus on her own problems. Dion just wanted to get to his room and get better.
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Misaki Saito
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Post by Misaki Saito on Mar 29, 2014 23:12:13 GMT -5
Waiting for a response could’ve killed her. Keeping her arms crossed was the only thing that hid how badly she was shaking. Misaki would’ve kicked herself had her leg not still been healing. How stupid and judgmental could she possibly get? She’d made assumptions without even taking into account whether she had her facts straight! What the hell had she been thinking? She was supposed to be more careful than this! Blinking away the sting in her eyes, she let them close. Get a hold of yourself. Her getting more upset wouldn’t help anything. She needed to calm down.
The feeling of a hand atop her head surprised her a bit. To be quite honest, Misaki hadn’t known what to expect from Dion next. For him to continue to be angry with her would have been completely understandable, but that wasn’t what she got. Truthfully, Misaki felt as though it was more than she deserved at the moment. Her eyes opened and she managed to look up at him. Seeing him smile, no matter how weak, still managed to create a dull warmth in her chest, soothing what her anger had burned as it spread. He was right. He needed time. They both just needed some time to get back into the swing of things. They would figure this out, just like always.
With a bit of the numbness that the guilt carried with it having left her, Misaki let the warmth carry upwards. A small smile of her own appeared, the right corner of her mouth tugging slightly higher, making it crooked as always. She looked exhausted, but she doubtlessly was starting to feel a little bit better. “Okay Dion,” Misaki said, her voice steadier this time, “I trust you.” She meant it. Given all that Dion had revealed to her, she felt the need to say it out loud, just to remind him, and to hopefully reassure him as much as he had reassured her.
Misaki paused to lean against the wall again for a moment. Seeing Dion wave to her as he wandered off towards his room, she mimicked the gesture with one of her own, keeping a smile on her face no matter how small. Lingering for a moment to give her leg a break, Misaki then turned herself back towards the living room. Dion had a point, after all. She really did need to keep to her crutches for just a little bit longer.
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